Page 131 of Unforgivable

I see Rhet take a step towards the male, towards Devel, his claws sharply pointed. "No, Rhet! Don't hurt him!"

Rhet jerks to a stop. Blue eyes find mine, but, thankfully, he lets Thjis move him away from the bleeding wolf.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Rhet pulls me into his arms as Thjis and Ezra pick up Devel, muttering curses under their breath.

"Who is this?" Rhet fires away, furious that once again, someone snuck on our land. "How did he get here?"

"His n-name is Devel. Cloe's mate. She rejected him," I sob. How could they? Are they murderers of young males? What did he do to deserve this?

"I am Devel," the male slurs out, eyelids flickering in Rhet's direction. "Mate to the Luna," he mutters.

At first, I think that Devel is telling Rhet that he is mated to a luna and calling Cloe a luna, but then he starts to speak again.

"Mates to the Luna," he addresses them, his eyes flickering to Rhet, the Thjis, and Ezra, addressing them all, "you will protect her? The Moon-Made Luna," he slurs out.

Rhet nods his head. "We remain hers, always," he says formally.

A ghost of a smile touches Devel's face. "Good," he whispers. His eyelids start to flutter shut.

"Thjis?!" I ask him.

"Shh, baby. I'll do my best to help him, OK?"

"Please, Thjis. He can't just die. He doesn't deserve to die like this."

"I know, baby."

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